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[ the declaration goes straight to his already stiff cock where sylvain presses his palm to it. so he leans into the stretching, letting out a sigh to release some tension in his body. he likes it, appreciates it, and moans softly to show he does, rutting himself into his palm. ]

Mmm... Oh, I promise...

[ he's given up on the ropes, lets the steady swinging of the hammock make him pleasantly feel weightless. he swallows tight and his body tightens around sylvain's fingers as he arches. ]

You... make this feel so luxurious.

[ under the sun with the scent of the sea, fresh air. the scattered shadows of the foliage overhead from where the hammock it tethered. it feels like he's not stuck in some creepy casino resort again... then again, it's always been the people that have kept him going. softer, with a warm laugh: ]

Thanks for taking care of me.